Loss Of Innocence

Two days later a worried Jill entered D’s shop. “Count, have you seen Leon?”
“Oh, hello Miss Jill, I haven’t seen Detective Orcot for some time, in fact since I delivered the Irith.”
“He has been missing since then”
“Oh my!” Jill saw a worried look pass over the Count’s usually calm face. “Have you checked his apartment?”
“Yeah, I rang several times, I was going over to check there, when I remembered that you were the last person I knew that had seen him.”
“Please Miss Jill, if you find him there please tell him I’m sorry and that it was never meant to happen like that. He will know what I mean.”
Jill raised an eyebrow and mentally speculated on what was going on. “Okay Count, what happened at Mrs Andover’s it sounds like you had an argument or something…”
“No…not an argument, but please if you find our dear detective, you may ask him to enlighten you although I doubt he will tell you much more than I will.
“Okay Count, well I’d best go check Leon’s apartment, I will let you know if he’s okay”
“Thank you and goodbye Miss Jill”
Jill left the shop even more worried and puzzled than she had been to begin with.

Jill knocked on the door of Leon’s apartment for the forth time, she was fairly sure Leon was inside now, listening she heard some muffled shouting, it sounded like “Fuck off” Yup Leon was definitely home. She tried the door again, locked dammit! She pulled a slim black case out of her handbag, opening it, she revealed a lock pick set. “Sorry Leon, I’m coming in whether you like it or not.” Moments later she opened the door. The smell hit her first a mixture of alcohol, old food and other smells that she could not immediately identify. She moved through the room checking for Leon.

As she entered the kitchen, she saw him collapsed over the table. “Leon?” He briefly stirred but then fell back into his previous position. “Oh Leon, what has happened too you?” It was then she noticed the gun on the table inches from his hand.

After Jill left D walked to his phone and called Mrs Andover. “Hello, Mrs Andover, It is Count D I wish to come over and check on the Irith when it is convenient.” He cocked his head listening for a moment. “You are sending a car for me now, why thank you. Good day Mrs Andover.” Slipping the phone back into its ornate cradle and waited for the car to arrive.

Jill looked up when she heard the groan from the doorway, after finding Leon she had covered him and left him to sleep whatever he had been drinking off. Dropping the book she had been reading back in her handbag. She turned and looked properly at Leon, he was leaning on the doorframe, his unshaven face making him look older than he was. “Where is my drink Jill?” he gestured at the now empty table behind him.
“You are not going drink anymore and I have left your gun with the office, I’ve let everyone know that your safe, but you are going to have to explain this because the psycs are going to be all over you!”
“Fuck!” Leon hit the doorframe.
“And for gods sake Leon go and take a shower, when did you last take one!”

D walked up to the Irith’s room as he opened the door he heard the Irith. *I was expecting you* D bowed to the creature.
“It seems your knowledge of what is to come is accurate. Will you answer what I have come to ask?”
*It will. I hope you are content with the answer.*
“I am, and the lady’s daughter?”
*She will change.* The Irith closed his eyes. D sighed, one question was answered but more had been raised. He moved to the door as he did the Irith opened one eye *Count, I hope you will be well* The tone he used unnerved D.

Leon stood under the hot shower, thinking over the last couple of days. He had woken up from his sex-induced slumber to find himself naked apart from a blanket, laid on a very expensive carpet with a sore and slightly oozing ass. As he became fully awake he had remembered what had happened, his first reaction was “Fuck”, the second was ‘I need a drink.’ The third was ‘I liked it!’ He had dressed quickly, left quietly and found the nearest bar and he’d drunk until they would no longer serve him. A young barman had helped him to a cab, Leon remembered him asking if he could remember his address. When he had reached his apartment he staggered to bed and collapsed on to it.

When he did sleep his dreams were filled with D fucking him. He had awoken suddenly and sober so he found a bottle and sat at his kitchen table trying to sort his head out. As the bottle became lighter, his problems just seemed even more complex. Realising he’d left his gun in his jacket, he had wandered into the living room, retrieved it and turned back towards the kitchen when he had heard the knock. Yelling “Fuck off!” he had staggered back to the kitchen. As he sat down a wave of tiredness had overcome him and the next he knew Jill was being worried at him. Coming back to the present he turned off the shower and worried about what Jill would ask.

D felt weary, more so than he had in a long time. Sighing deeply he walked slowly to his room. Q-Chan fluttered around him anxiously. “Kyu?” he chirped.
“I am merely tired little one. I have worried myself when the choice is not mine.” He laid on the sumptuous bedclothes. “Good night Q-Chan” he murmured. The reply his pet gave went unheard.

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